"Blindness"
written and performed by Peter Almeida
From Peter, who lives here with me in Eugene, Oregon:
"Twenty years ago, a friend was murdered in a mass shooting in San Francisco. Recent events of gun violence have pulled at my heartstrings again and spurred me to compose a new song, dedicated to the 26 dead [in Newtown], my friend, John Scully, and all other victims."
From his site.
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Lyrics:
Blindness
In the land that’s known as blindness
The one-eyed man is king
He sees for all his people
Half of everything
Direct lines straight and unbending
Long talk of rights each day
Disturbing message for his masses
Who hang on every word he says
They bow
They listen
Anointed
Then they’re blessed
Blind faith
So convenient
They cannot see
What’s at stake
In the land that’s known as blindness
The one eyed man is king
Holding fast to God and weapons
His aim is all too keen
Takes blood, takes money
He is deaf to the sounds of
Grieving mothers, wounded lovers
While clinging his legal ground
Sold out to
One more blind sinner
They all watched as children bled
Senselessness
Pulled the trigger
Twenty-six more
Now, are forever dead
In this land that’s known for freedom
How can this be so
So much madness, so much bleeding
So much blindness of the soul
In the land that’s known as blindness
The king has just one eye
Fanning fears, breaking lives
As we slip into decline
How much longer
Must tears linger
How much more
Must we cry
Each senseless finger
On a trigger
Leaves broken hearts
How many more must die
How much longer
Must tears linger
How much more
Must we cry
Each senseless finger
On a trigger
Leaves broken hearts
How many more must die
How many more must die
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